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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

when it rains it pours,

but how big must a puddle grow

before it is considered a pond?

when does a pond become a lake?

i’m drowning,

but i insist that i’m dry.

insist i couldn’t die.

now every single day is overtime.

is extra credit.

is derealized.

i’m drowning but i

wring my clothes

and promise that i’m dry.

it’s good for the flowers, they say.

that’s very good.

you’ll need them soon.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

I am back, hello.

EVERYBODY SHUT UP SHE'S BACK

now that spotify wrapped is here, tell me your 3rd, 6rd and 9th songs in the tags

they're minor inconveniences TO YOU. i WILL consider killing myself

me every time i make a mistake

Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

gorgeous gorgeous girls look at the stars and ache

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

lyrics that you mishear and find out the real one and are like. my version is better

no because in 3am halsey sings "someone please come and flirt w me i really need a MIRROR that'll come along and tell me that i'm fine" and i literally spent 2 years singing "i really need a MAN that'll come along and tell me that i'm fine"

and my version makes so much more sense, i do not need another fucked up bitch to tell me that i'm fine. i need male validation!!! (and that's on being emotionally distant from my father)

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.